so yeah, it's a bad night
24 September 2002 at 5:38 pm

here's the thing of it: i have a love/hate relationship with all the the reflection-producing devices in this apartment. between the 3 of us, we have 3 full-length mirrors, 2 hand mirrors, one shoulders-and-above bathroom mirror, and one vanity mirror (well, uh...ok, they're all vanity mirros, but one mirror that is part of a dresser set and has been termed as such). all of the mirrors result in a different look, depending on the lighting and the angles. so what i do is, when i'm doing getting all ready and shit, i run around to each mirror and analyze myself until i find a mirror that gives me the image i want to give other people.

does this make me vain or insane?

anyway, the ponderance i usually have during this procedure is, what if these mirrors are totally lying? if it's a good night, i assume i look better than the mirrors and it's the lighting. if it's a bad night, i curl up into a ball in my room and listen to shitty emo (ignore the redundancy, some may object).

but the bigger question, of course, is why do i even give a fuck at all?

i don't like to delve into this too much because this is when i start staring longingly at my bottle of pills and questioning the validity of everything, everything.

anyway. tonight the apartment is mine and i'm going to go watch, in no particular order, super troopers, royal tenenbaums, orange county, and a beautiful mind.

so there.

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Hi. Morgan, 27, of Santa Barbara, CA. I am a hypocritical admirer of rhetoric (when it is my own) and an observer of literary trends. A secret: I don't take anything very seriously, and that includes myself.